The
voice in my head that disagrees with what the voice in my head just
said. An internal surgeon is looking at Anselm Kiefer. This
sentence isn’t clear about the momentary power structure (yes,
it is). Morning is permanent, but its location changes instant
by instant. I have to drive somewhere to take a walk.

Tea

All
focus is connected: I forgot why I took off my glasses. The
small hole pin-pricked into the top of the plastic cup lid: you
never know when there might be an eclipse.

Indigo

The
meaning of “no no” does not depend on the words themselves
or even on the tone with which you say them, but on the nature of the
pause between the words. The Tamil Tigers eat Tony the Tiger
for breakfast. There is a type of tree named “ash.” Walking
through a room in absolute dark is still not the same as walking through
a room in absolute dark with your eyes closed. It couldn’t
happen to a nicer guy. It couldn’t happen.

Norway
Spruce

It
took me 27 years to get the hair/hare pun in having Bugs Bunny be the
Barber of Seville. I do not represent myself. This letter
represents me. This letter cannot speak. I have to say
it. The theory of relativity backs my claim that I’m not
lying when I say this is too the world’s largest fire work’s
store.

Mark
Cunningham has
poems in recent or forthcoming issues of Dusie, Otoliths, and Parcel. Tarpaulin
Sky Press will be bringing out a book tentatively titled Body
Language, “which
will be a sort of diptych containing two collections, one titled Body (on
parts of the body) and one titled Primer (on
numbers and letters).” About the poems here in E·ratio, Mark
says “They come from a series on leaves. Each poem starts
with some element of its leaf’s
natural history, appearance, or medicinal use, and goes from there. The
leaf probably doesn’t appear in the poem, but its characteristics
guide what can go in.”